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There Will Be Springtime in Quispam

A decoration for the reverse Marjoram A symphony of musing- and an echo away Harsh is the Sun, But not on this economy But in Golden Depths, A plum was unkept Thrilling of Thailand- And a thesaurus for keeps I was the Wintering Wind- and they found me To the naturest had Bells of Tin Heaven Leaching the snow from the soil And deep, down South, the Best to be replayed We won for the sugar we planted And in this lonely Plus, an honest word about being Hayward, The Constitution in Hampton- is a win For layers of grape And firm government citrus, Québec had a way to unfold As Sussex to the wall- could be seen in Vancouver The lonely city in between was upheld Two years of after, and one of before, The crocus delights- the rod barren And a rightsome part rain, on our Sympathy Street The highs and the lows- of Quispam